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Tuesday, January 31, 2017

Today I'm welcoming Max Vos with his re-release "P.O.W." for his blog tour. He answers a few questions for me and shares an excerpt with us, and don't forget to enter his contest for your chance to win a gift card and a copy of P.O.W. or some great backlist books!

INTERVIEW

If you could tell
readers one thing about P.O.W., what would it be?

It is hard, gritty, dark and not for the faint of heart. It
is full of love. It is a book of reality that we can’t and don’t want to
understand.

P.O.W. has darker
themes than a lot of your other books. Did you plan to include those themes or
did the darker aspects develop as you wrote the story?

No, this started off dark. I knew it would be. I also knew
that it would be controversial, but then I don’t shy away from that either.

What about the
three-way relationship between Benny, Stone, and Abbas? Among other themes,
this does have the straight-to-gay element. Did Stone always have that twist in
his sexuality, or did it develop as you wrote the relationship throughout the
story?

I knew that the straight to gay to straight was going to be
a theme. It was just the nature of Benny’s and Sam’s relationship. Benoit was
never going to be Sam’s happy ever after. I think both characters knew that,
but they did come to an understanding and that is what got them through a lot.

You’ve reworked this
story for re-release. Did you make large changes to the plot or focus more on
tightening and enhancing the original storyline?

No, the story was pretty tight as it was. I did add a few
things here and there but only for clarification.

Do you have any other
upcoming releases or projects you’d like to share?

I’m constantly working on something. I currently have four
books going. If one slows or I get stuck, I will jump over to another story. I
have one that I’ve been trying to finish for two years. I hope to have it
released this spring. Of course, it is something completely different.Never expect the same thing from me twice in
a row!

BLURB:

2nd
release

After being taken prisoner by a Taliban Warlord, can Sam
Stone hold on long enough to get his best friend back to his family and find
love in the arms of Abbas, the handsome, blue-eyed Arab?
Sam has secretly been in love with is best friend and fellow Marine, Benoit,
for quite some time and would not hesitate to die for him.
The macho Marine, Benoit, is shaken to his very core when he and his best
friend are taken prisoners and made to do things that he would never have done,
especially with Sam, who he knew had feelings for him.
Abbas tries everything to gain his families freedom when an unexpected man
comes into his life that he starts having deep feelings for almost immediately.
Sam Stone has been secretly in love with his best friend and fellow Marine,
Benoit, for a long time. It’s only after they were captured by a Taliban
Warlord that he realizes that he would readily give his life to get Benoit back
to his family. But it is Abbas, the Westernized Arab who steals his heart and
helps Sam and Benoit regain their freedom. Now Sam has to learn to find true
love and help heal not only himself, but the two men he loves deeply.

Warning: This book contains material that may be offensive to some: graphic
language, militarysituations, P.O.W scenes, adult situations and other situations only meant for
an adult audience.

EXCERPT:

“Mayday, Mayday, Black Hammer is hit; I repeat: Mayday,
Black Hammer is hit. We’re going down.” Bucky’s voice may have seemed calm to
an outsider, but those who knew him understood he was anything but calm.
“Mayday, Mayday. Black Hammer’s current location: thirty-three Lat by seventy
Long. Repeat. Mayday, Mayday.” Bucky choked out as the cabin of the helicopter
quickly filled with smoke.

Samuel J. Stone looked at the other five members of his
team. “Fuck,” he mumbled, wondering if perhaps they weren’t going to make it
out of this one. He yelled at his best friend Benoit. “After all the fucked-up
shit we’ve been through, I’m not gonna fucking die splattered on the side of
some mountain in this hellhole.”

“Vasquez, get that damn door open,” Stone yelled across
the cabin to the other Marine.

“Gettin’ it, Stone,” Vasquez answered his lieutenant.

Stone opened the opposite door, letting some of the thick
smoke billow out of the burning helicopter. He and his fellow Marine, Benoit,
looked out the open door. They could tell they were going down fast.

“We’re still too high to jump,” Stone yelled at the others
trapped in the flaming bird.

“If there was anywhere to fucking jump to,”
Benoit yelled back.

Even with both side doors open, the cold winter wind
whipping through the cabin, the acrid black smoke continued to surge in, making
their eyes burn, their chests constrict with the lack of breathable air. There
was a bitter taste in Stone’s mouth from inhaling the foulness of burning
rubber and jet fuel.

Using hand signals to keep from yelling to be heard, Stone
motioned for Vasquez and the two others to use the door they had just opened to
escape through, while he and Benoit and the new kid, Saundersen, would use the
one opposite.

The high-pitched scream of the rotor motor was loud enough
to pierce the ear-protection headphones, making it nearly impossible to speak.
Each man could barely hear Bucky still calling out a Mayday over the radio,
through the headsets.

Max Vos is a classically trained chef with over 30 years of
food service experience. After retiring in 2011, Max found himself with time on
his hands and was urged to turn his talents to writing. ‘Cooking English’, a
short story, now part of his anthology collection, Inappropriate Roads, is now available. My Hero was his first novel,
which turned into an international best seller. Max now has a total of six
completed novels, which are listed on his website, along with the entire Memories Series. My Hero: The Olympian,
the sequel to My Hero was released late last year.

Friday, January 27, 2017

Today I'm featuring a book you might recognize from the cover reveal I did last month for Louise Lyon's Regeneration. Check it out and make sure you enter her contest!

In the 23rd Century in the galaxy of Sigma
Kappa, Kim Fortune was the first surviving experimental enhanced human—a
regenerate. Aged fifteen, he escaped the lab and years later, his failings as a
regenerate and the suspicion of regular humans, leave him lonely and lacking in
self-worth. Stranded on an abandoned planet, the arrival of a stricken ship and
its crew give him hope that he may finally find what he always longed for—love.

Christian Novak is a successful regenerate
with all the intended attributes—including lack of human emotion. Despite their
immediate attraction to each other, Kim's failing confidence, and Christian's
inability to empathize are a recipe for disaster. But war, imprisonment, and
danger throw them together, and after each saves the other's life, their
feelings begin to change.

Can a seemingly unsuitable pair ever find
love, or is a future together destined to fail?

A few hundred meters above, a ship
turned in a slow flat spin, its underside parallel to the ground. The stricken
ship shuddered ominously, tilted one way, then leveled out again. The vehicle
appeared similar to the Explorer 9—one of the more recent models, with its
smooth curves and reflective surfaces, powered by the same laser propulsion
system as its predecessor. Its struggle continued for several minutes with the gap
between land and ship gradually lessening. My heart in my mouth, I waited for
the imminent crash, hoping the travelers would make it safely and that their
ship wouldn't be too badly damaged. After six months, finally a possibility of
escape had arrived.

In a few more seconds it was over.
The craft rolled to the side and dropped out of sight behind the facility, its
impact making the ground tremble beneath my feet. I imagined the possible
damage to the ship. It hadn't fallen far and the Explorer series was designed
to withstand heavy impact. Surely the craft would still be serviceable, and its
crew reasonably unharmed.

I gazed around me as a flurry of
yellowish clouds scurried ahead of the wind. In a minute or two they’d block
the sun. If any panthers were in the vicinity, they’d smell flesh and come
looking for its source. I stayed where I was and waited, wondering what the
ship’s inhabitants’ chances of survival were when they emerged from the
vehicle.

I considered fetching more weapons
and heading out to meet them, but I had no way of knowing who they were, or
where they'd come from. Walking into potential danger didn't appeal, as
desperate as I was for company and transport.

The sky darkened and I moved back
into the doorway. Priming my pistol to prepare for potential attack, I
repeatedly glanced left and right. There was no sign of the cats yet, but the
cloud cover was set to stay for a while, and it was only a matter of time
before one or more of them came out.

Eventually, I heard a sound, faint
above the howl of the wind. Voices, thin and disjointed, reached my straining
ears. The first figure appeared around the far corner of the building, moving
in a low crouch in an effort not to be blown over in the gale. I couldn’t make
out whether it was a male or female, but as it made its way along the side of
the structure, several more followed. I counted five in total—a surprisingly
small crew for an Explorer. Perhaps some had died in the crash. The relief was
that they clearly weren't soldiers. Even after so many years, I still feared
I'd be found one day, and punished for my escape from my creators.

Author Bio

Louise
Lyons comes from a family of writers. Her mother has a number of poems
published in poetry anthologies, her aunt wrote poems for the church, and her
grandmother sparked her inspiration with tales of fantasy.

Louise
first ventured into writing short stories at the grand old age of eight, mostly
about little girls and ponies. She branched into romance in her teens, and MM
romance a few years later, but none of her work saw the light of day until she
discovered FanFiction in her late twenties. Posting stories based on some of
her favourite movies, provoked a surprisingly positive response from readers.
This gave Louise the confidence to submit some of her work to publishers, and
made her take her writing "hobby" more seriously.

Louise
lives in the UK, about an hour north of London, with a mad dog called Casper, and
a collection of tropical fish and tarantulas. She works in the insurance
industry by day, and spends every spare minute writing. She is a keen horse-rider,
and loves to run long-distance. Some of her best writing inspiration comes to
her, when her feet are pounding the open road. She often races home afterward,
and grabs pen and paper to make notes.

Louise
has always been a bit of a tomboy, and one of her other great loves is cars and
motorcycles. Her car and bike are her pride and job, and she loves to exhibit
the car at shows, and take off for long days out on the bike, with no one for
company but herself.

Wednesday, January 25, 2017

I squared my shoulders and crossed my arms. Ritch stood
beside the car with his door open. Christian slammed his door as he got out. We
were at the edge of the clan property, sort of a neutral zone. It still grated
on me to have so many outsiders in our territory. The sooner we got going the
better.

We had representatives of six different clans. A wolf, bear,
horse, panther, a buffalo, and a gator. The buffalo and horse clans weren’t
predators, but they were both strong and capable in defense. Not prey. Still…

“You, you, and you.” I pointed at the bear, buffalo, and
gator. “Ride with Christian.”

“You three go with Landon.” Durant’s envoy was a strong
member of his aerie. We’d met before. He could handle them, even if he was an
eagle. They had razor sharp talons, and Landon wouldn’t be afraid to use them
if one of the others stepped out of line.

He could watch his own back.

“Christian will lead us to the hotel. We’ll get some rooms,
go over what we know, and tomorrow we’ll start talking to people. Well,
Christian and Ritch will. Each of you was chosen because you have a skill.
Computers, tracking, combat, weapons, research, people skills. We all have a
role that will help track these sick bastards down, but I’m in charge.” I made
a point of looking at each and every one of them. “Everyone is essential, but I
will do this without you if you have a problem with that, or with anyone else
on this team. I have no problems with sticking my foot up the ass of anyone who
needs a reminder.”

The gator stalked over to Christian’s car and opened the
passenger door. I heard some grumbling, but nothing overt. These men were all
given authority by their alphas to act in their names, to commit their clans to
actions that may or may not bring war. It was my job to keep them all in line
and to make sure they didn’t let the power go to their heads.

To make them work together.

Should be fun.

“Let me know if any of them give you a hard time.”

Ritch didn’t say anything. I glanced over at him, and he was
fiddling with the plastic bag between our seats.

“Did you hear me?”

“Yeah. But what’s a hard time? A rude comment? Pushing me
around?”

I narrowed my eyes and growled. My claws popped out as I flexed
my fingers on the steering wheel. “If someone touches you….” I was going to say
I’d rip their hands off, but that might be a bit much. I ground my teeth
together. “Just don’t let anyone push you around, and if they try, you tell
me.”

Ritch snorted. “Gonna put a boot up their ass?”

“If that’s what it takes.”

“You have a fascination with ass, you know? You’re
constantly threatening to beat someone’s ass, or put something up it. Seems
like you might have a fixation.” Ritch raised an eyebrow and cocked his head
sideways.

That was one way to put it. I was certainly fixated on the
smooth curves of his whenever he bent over and I got a chance to check him out
without getting caught. “Just… hand me a Slim Jim.” I needed something to do
with my hand and my mouth that wouldn’t get me in trouble.

By the time we reached the hotel, I was sick of driving, and
I could only imagine how Christian and Landon felt with the others breathing
down their necks. None of us did well cooped up in the car for long periods of
time, not even Ritch.

“You still have my card?” I asked him.

“Yeah.” Ritch yawned and stretched.

“Good. Go in with Christian and get us four rooms with
double beds and pull out couches.”

Ritch looked at the hotel and wrinkled his nose. “You think
they’ll have them?”

“If not, get another room, but I’d rather we stuck to four.
At least the parking lot is dim, and I don’t see any cameras” I was already
stuck trying to figure out how to split everyone up into rooms. Fuck it. They
could figure it out, and if they didn’t, I’d kick their ass like promised and
boot them back to their own territories.

Okay, Ritch was right. I had a thing for asses.

Christian and Ritch came back with keys, and we found three
spaces by our rooms. “No lights,” the horse said. “Looks like someone took out
that street lamp.”

“It was out when I was here last time,” Christian said. He
pulled a bag out of the back of his SUV.

“All right. Everyone into room four. We’ll unpack later.” I
took a deep breath and tried to tame the thundering pace of my heart. I didn’t
want the others to catch wind of my stress. Christian had cleaned the place up,
but this was where he’d found my father’s body. I unlocked the door, and we all
filed in.

“Take us through it, Christian.”

“I found Henry’s body there, tied to the table.” He glanced
at me, but I kept my face stoic. “He was fighting when he did, but other than
the bruises from the restraints, I couldn’t find any other wounds.” He pointed
to one of the chairs pushed into the table. “I could smell the strong scent of
one human there. He’d soiled the chair. I caught another’s scent in the air,
but it wasn’t a strong.”

“So none you recognized?” Christian shook his head. “But I
took a precaution. I pulled some stuffing out of the chair from the underside.”
He put his bag down on the bed, and then pulled out a plastic baggie. “Everyone
should check and see if they recognize this, and memorize the scent too.”

“Sounds like a fucking treat,” grumbled the bear.

The wolf rolled his eyes and grabbed the bag. “It’s tracking
101.”

TBC

Okay, so no real 'action' here, but it's coming, I swear! It can't not, with the way the story is going, right? And don't worry, you'll get to see a lot more of the others too. In the meantime, enjoy these other flash updates:

Wednesday, January 18, 2017

The second week in Park's POV. I hope you'll like this half of the story as it goes along. Enjoy!

Chapter Two

I smacked my head against the head rest once Ritch was
inside. I shouldn’t have touched him, not even to pat his back. It only made
the want and desire to touch him in other places that much worse. Ritch was
such an odd mix of vulnerable and strong male that it was hard to remember why
I needed to stay focused. The first time I’d met him was only a brief contact,
with him as one of several werekin moving between clans.

I’d been out of my head with grief over the loss of my
brother, and I’d been focused on removing threats. We were still under threat,
but it was easier to let my human spirit guide me than my tiger soul. Ritch had
the full attention of both the second he’d knocked on my door though.

He was tall, with a solid build. I was taller and stronger and
had more advantages as a bonded werekin. I watched him around the humans who
walked into the store, and he didn’t shy away from them, but he was still leery
around other werekin. Maybe it would be better to help him set up a life
outside of a streak or herd once this was all over.

My tiger soul was not happy with that thought. I caught my
breath, rubbing my hand over my chest. I’d just have to get used to it; my job
as protector of the streak extended to him when Deke accepted him. My focus
needed to be on finding the people who’d hurt my brother, transforming him into
a bonded werekin with two animal souls—something that no one had ever seen
before—and preventing an attack that could destroy our way of life, or worse,
alert the humans to our culture in the worst way possible.

I sighed. Deke and I had talked about this a few times. The
world was so technologically advanced now, making things both easier and harder
for werekin. A bonded werekin couldn’t just go into town. The bone structure of
our faces was subtly different, creating a muzzle with sharp cheekbones and
jutting jaws. Our animal souls marked our bodies with distinctive patterns that
were impossible for many to hide. For a long time, human werekin had been the
face of the clans, interacting with the human world while most of the streak
lived simple lives.

But now there were online schools and businesses. More
bonded werekin could receive an education and have a career without revealing
our kind, if they were careful. Deke did it. But how long before someone out
playing with a drone caught video of one of us? Or a traffic camera? Deke and I
were convinced that we’d have to reveal our existence to the humans in our lifetime.
We’d discussed preparations for that—but then all hell had broken loose when
Kraig was taken and Deke’s dad died. He had to grow up fast to lead the streak,
and I’d taken over protecting it.

A sharp rap on my window startled me. I rolled it down. “Why’d
we stop here?” Cameron kept his hood up and his hands inside his pockets. His
back was to the camera, and he blocked any view into my window.

“Ritch needed some things. Once we’re done here, we’ll meet
the others at the edge of our territory.”

“They won’t be happy if we’re late.”

I shrugged. “They’ll get over it. We got an early start this
morning because I knew we needed to stop. I don’t think he’ll be very long.”

“Okay.” Cameron headed back to his car. Not even fifteen
minutes later, Ritch came outside with several bags. He opened the passenger
door and slid inside, pulling a backpack off his shoulder.

“I thought I’d need something to put it all in.”

“Good thinking. I didn’t even consider that.” He had the
ability to think ahead and focus on details I lacked.

“You sure it’s okay? You didn’t tell me to buy it.” I knew
Ritch was unused to anyone being nice to him, other than the cousin he’d lost.
Every time I tried to do something for him, he looked at me like horns were
growing out of my head.

“Of course it’s okay. Otherwise you’d have to carry your
things around in plastic bags. That wouldn’t work very well.” I pulled out of
the parking lot, checking to make sure Christian was behind me. “We’re meeting
everyone at the border, and then we’ll head to the hotel where Christian found—”
I broke off, working my jaw. I didn’t really know what to call him.

“Where Christian stopped searching,” Ritch said quietly.

I took a deep breath. “Yes.”

As I drove, Ritch packed the backpack he’d purchased. “Did
you get the phone?”

“Yes.” He pulled out a box.

“Good, you can plug that in. They don’t usually come fully
charged.” I dug my phone out of my pocket. I pulled up my contacts, and hit the
button to add a contact. “Here. Type in your name and phone number.” As soon as
he handed it back, I set him up as the second contact.

“So how long until we reach the meeting place?” Ritch
fiddled with the strap of his backpack.

“About twenty minutes.”

“Will some of them ride with us?” His nervous fidgeting
betrayed his anxiety.

I wanted to reach out and touch his hand, still the
compulsive rubbing of the seam in the strap, but I’d felt his muscles tense
when I touched his leg the day before at the meeting. Touch still seemed to
inspire more anxiety than it relieved.

“No. That’s why Christian is driving the SUV. He can take
several with him, and then Durant’s man will take the others. We’ll make sure
the clans are split equitably to avoid… conflict.”

Wednesday, January 11, 2017

You saw that right! Part Two... Chapter One! Is this a new story? Taking place in a different timeline? Nope! We're kicking right along in the same plot with the same characters, except now Park is the point of view character, and we're going to follow his and Ritch's journey as they look for the traitors trying to harm the clans. I hope you enjoy this new direction for the story!

Chapter One

I shoved another shirt in the spare bag. We really needed to
stop at a store somewhere so Ritch could run in and grab some clothes. He
couldn’t wear mine forever, though I liked seeing him in my clothes. I hadn’t
been even remotely subtle about my interest and need to protect Ritch. That was
probably why Deke had accepted him, even while he was on edge after just mating
Kraig.

With everything going on, though, it wasn’t the time to say
anything to Ritch. He’d been abused, used in the worst way by people who should’ve
protected him, and he’d lost the only family who mattered to him. But I would
show him how a human werekin should be treated.

“Hey, Ritch?”

Ritch came out of the bathroom but he stopped in the doorway
before his toes could touch the bedroom carpet. “Yes?”

“Since we haven’t had a chance to take you shopping, I
packed some of my clothes for you. Would you mind going down to the kitchen and
grabbing some snacks and drinks? There’s a cooler in the garage and there
should be a soft-sided tote on one of the shelves.”

“I can do that. Is there anything you want in particular?”
Ritch rubbed his hands on his thighs.

“How about more of those sandwiches you made yesterday? They
were really good.”

“I put mustard on both slices of bread. How long until we
need to leave?” Ritch asked.

“As soon as we’re done packing. We’re going to stop at the
store on our way out of town and at least get you the basics.” I

“You don’t have to do that,” Ritch protested. “I don’t want
you to spend your money on me.”

“Of course, I don’t.” I stepped into the closet and pushed
the clothes to one side so I could get to the safe built into the wall. “But I’m
sure you’d like to have some underwear of your own, and you can pick out your
own type of deodorant and shampoo so you don’t have to keep using mine if you
like something else better. It’s no big deal.”

“I’ll pay you back.” Ritch said that like it was a promise.

“Not necessary. Besides, you’re helping us. The streak pays
me a wage, and you will get one too. Christian’s markings can be passed off as tattoos,
but mine can’t. I’m going to need your help to talk to any humans.”

Ritch’s eyes were huge. “Really?”

“Yep.” I got the safe open finally and began to pull out my
guns. For most clan business, I used my strength and weapons as a bonded
werekin. But in the human world, I’d need human weapons. I also found a knife
in a sheath that could slid over a belt. “Here.” I stepped out and tossed the
knife to Ritch. “You can never be too careful. Just make sure it’s covered when
you’re among the humans.”

“A knife?” I’d only thought Ritch’s eyes were huge. Now I
could nearly see the whites all around his irises.

“You don’t have claws to protect yourself.”

Ritch flinched. “Oh.” He looked down. “Right. I’ll go make
those sandwiches,” he said quietly.

What just happened? He’d gone from surprised and what I
thought was happy to monotone with a carefully blank face. I didn’t like it. I
replayed what I said in my head, and winced. That had come out wrong, and I
needed to apologize. We had to go though.

We could talk in the car.

I pulled out another knife and threaded it on my belt. Maybe
that would help.

The windows of my SUV were as dark as legally possible, but
I still made sure to pull into a shadowed spot instead of under a light. I
reached into my pocket for my wallet. “Here.” I pulled out a card. “Make sure
you pick up a wallet too.”

“What’s this?”

“I had an extra card for my account. This is yours so you can
buy what you need. If we got separated, you’d need money.” I held on to the
card when Ritch grabbed it. “About what I said earlier. I didn’t mean it like
how it sounded. I carry a knife when I leave the compound too. It’s not bad
that you don’t have claws, but it does make me want to make sure you have a way
to defend yourself. That’s all.”

Ritch’s shoulders relaxed. “I’m sorry. I know you’re not
like the guys I grew up with. Being a human werekin isn’t a bad thing to you.”

“It really isn’t, but I’ll try not to say insensitive things
if it bothers you.” I let go of the card.

“Thank you.”

“I said I’ll try. Deke isn’t the only one who has trouble saying
the wrong thing.”

Ritch smiled. “I’ll try not to take offense.”

“Appreciate it.” My phone beeped with a text alert. “Oh,
make sure you pick up one of those loadable phones too. You’ll need a way to
communicate.”

“That’s too expensive,” Ritch protested.

“No, it’s just smart. Everyone needs to be able to stay in contact.
We’re looking for traitors who are hurting human werekin. You saw what they did
to Kraig, to my dad. You’re a human werekin. I want you to be able to call for
help if anything happens. Otherwise I’m going to worry about you.”

“Okay, okay, I get it.”

“I expect you to have enough clothes for at least a week,
along with anything else you need. And a sturdy pair of boots. Those sneakers
you have aren’t adequate. I wouldn’t be surprised if they’ve set up their sick
experiments in a remote location.”

Friday, January 6, 2017

Today I'm happy to share an interview with Leona Wildwalker, the author of Accused, Book number one in The Talani Trade Alliance. Don't forget to enter her contest too!

Interview

What’s something personal about you people
might be surprised to know?

A lot
of people have this idea about authors in general, that we hole up and stare at
our typewriters or computers all day, willing the words to come. I think
romance writers are often seen as daydreamers, too. I often get asked what my
favorite chick flicks are and people assume I’ve watched something or other on
the Lifetime Channel. In reality, I like to play games—both board games and on
my laptop (or on our games console). If I do each a movie or TV show, it is
usually science fiction, fantasy, or something like NCIS, Hawaii Five-O, or
vintage TV such as Andy Griffith, Bewitched, Ironsides, or Columbo. I also love
to cook, especially baking, and can also be found sewing some project or other
on one of the vintage Singer sewing machines I’ve collected.

Where do you get your ideas?

The
opening scenes literally pop into my head, full-fledged. Afterwards, I can
sometimes see what might have influenced the genesis, but not always. It all just
suddenly comes, not as a vague idea, but the very words themselves, dialogue
and all. Once I have it down, the rest just flows.

Is there any quote or saying about writing
that resonates with you?

Writing is like driving at night in the fog. You can only see
as far as your headlights, but you can make the whole trip that way.

-E. L. Doctorow

Is your writing process a daily word count
goal or more of a burst of inspiration writing flurry?

I set
a basic word count goal and sit myself down especially for that. if I exceed
it, great. If not, I met my goal or was very close to it.If I have the urge to write because the Muse
is already whispering the next part of the story, I do get in a frenzy to put
that down as well, but I do not count that towards that day’s writing goal.
It’s like a bonus extra. Either way, I sit until the words stop revealing
themselves.

What’s the first thing you do when you
start to write a story?

I make
sure that I have someone listening for the door and phone, get my snacks ready,
my coffee in a covered insulated mug (I have a ceramic Hello Kitty one that I
prefer to use), and sit down with my headphones on. I start my playlist, open
my Open office document, and read the last couple of paragraphs that I wrote.
Then I just let my fingers type the words that come. I write from beginning to
end, in a linear fashion, just like that.

If you could give advice to yourself when
you first started writing, what would it be? Believe
in your Muse.

What do you think makes your story stand
out compared to other “similar” stories?

I tend
to ignore tropes, and I have found readers really respond to that. They may
love to read stories in particular sub-genres, but they want new stories, not
the same one with new names and locations plugged in. It is, ironically, the
very differences that make me extremely nervous come release time. Luckily so
far, readers by and large seem to like me doing my own thing.

How important are the names
(characters/locations/new terms) to you in a story?

They’re
very important. Names can tell us a lot about a person. It can tell us what
region they are from and even when they might have been born as names change in
popularity by year, even by decade, and by geographical location. I try to look
up names that haven’t been used in recent releases and that fit when they were
born and where they are from.

About the Book

Matthias Reynolds loves his life. He's
starting to make it as a graphic artist at last and has a job he really likes
at a local café that pays the bills. When a night out clubbing leads to an
awkward morning after, he's embarrassed and more than ready to forgetall about it. When Talani Enforcers show up
at the café, he doesn't know what to make of it all as he's led away in
restraints.

Standing accused of crimes he struggles to
understand, he finds he has an unexpected champion: the Talani warrior and war
hero J'nah Quislin. J'nah knows that Matty is his. All J'nah has to do is keep
Matty safe from those who engineered Matty's charges and sentencing. That, and
get Matty to accept that universe always intended them to be together as one.
All it requires is for Matty to return J'nah's devotion and offer his willing
submission. Can Matty do it, with all that it will mean for his future?

Leona is a longtime staunch supporter of human
rights and environmental causes. Her favourite genre to read is M/M fiction and
she particularly enjoys science fiction, fantasy, and action/suspense
subgenres—especially if they have a nice seasoning of romance. She has far too
many books on her Kindle, has overloaded her phone with even more and, when not
reading, writing, being driven to distraction by her children, or being
overlorded by her three cats, can be found trying to locate the portal that the
sock monster uses to steal socks from her dryer.

Recently head-reeling news for her included
her novel Jared:Urban Wolves #1 being nominated for an Indie Award from
Metamorph and placing as a finalist in the 2016 Rainbow Awards, earning an
Honorable Mention. She's still suspicious that it's all been a dream, but as
long as her readers are happy and she can find at least one of the missing
socks, she's happy.

You’ll find her books on Amazon
(universal link is http://author.to/LeonaWindwalker), including on Kindle
Unlimited. You’ll also find her on Facebook at Leona Windwalker, where you can keep up on news
regarding current, new, and upcoming releases.

Wednesday, January 4, 2017

This week's flash is inspired by a picture of French toast. Enjoy it!!

Chapter 34

“It’s
driving you nuts, isn’t it?” Kraig asked. He was sitting on the couch in my
office while I paced from wall to wall. Park had been gone just one day, and I
was already antsy for his progress reports. He’s send them to all the alphas,
but I instructed him to let me know of any leads he found, not just the ones
that panned out.

“Don’t
pretend that you don’t feel the need to hunt down those bastards too.”

Kraig
eyed his claws and ran his tongue over his sharp fangs. That horrible stench
came from him again, the hatred he felt when he thought of the doctors. At
first I’d been relieved that Kraig’s natural scent was coming back, after
whatever drugs he’d been given had suppressed it. But I hated it when his scent
went bitter, and it made me desperate to cover it up with my scent to make it
go away. “You’re right.” He looked up. “But I don’t know what to do with these
instincts. It’s hard to control them.”

“Those
are your animal souls. Never forget, we’re not human, at least, not all human.
With a hunter’s nature, it’s against your instincts to let the chase go. Mine
too. That’s maybe the hardest lesson I’ve had to learn since my father died.”

Kraig
stood up. It’d been just a few weeks, but he’d put on weight and his hair was
beginning to grow out. His sharply jutting jaw and the black marks on his
cheeks and around his eyes made his stare intense. “You’re the alpha, so you’ll
stay behind to protect your streak. To protect me.”

A
stab of sorrow hit me. I stopped right in front of him. Cupping his cheek, I
stared into his eyes. “I missed you every single day you were gone. I didn’t
protect you back then, and I let your dad hurt you again, but I swear, I will
do everything in my power to keep you safe.”

Kraig
curled his hand over mine. “I know.”

“Park
will find out who was working with the doctor, and the people who killed your
father. Then we’ll decide how to handle them. I wish I could be out there,
hunting down the people who kept us apart for so long, but this is my life.” I
made a face. “I’ve become responsible.”

“The
curse of growing up. Kraig lifted an eyebrow. “You did have three calls this
morning about streak matters, and there’s a mountain paperwork on your desk.”

“Let’s
play hooky. I hate paperwork, and my dad always said to maintain a balance. Besides,
none of that is important. It seems everyone is behaving themselves right now.”
I glanced out the window. It was a nice day, and we’d been cooped up inside my
office all morning. “You know, we never had a chance to go on that picnic I
promised you.” I let go of his face and pulled him closer to me with my free
hand on his low back. “Sunshine, food, privacy….”

Kraig
snorted. “There’s not much of that to go around right now.” Lydia was staying
with us, which made Park and Kraig more relaxed, and I couldn’t say I minded
the delicious meals she made. Besides, she seemed to like the distraction of
taking care of us. It was hard to be quiet, though, when all I wanted to do was
lose myself with my mate. Bonded werekin hearing was just too acute.

“What
do you want to eat?”

“Speak
of the devil,” I whispered.

“I
heard that.” Okay, so Lydia didn’t just have bonded werekin hearing… she had those
mom ears that heard everything. “Sandwiches?”

A
wicked idea came to me. “How about some French toast?”

“Really?”
Lydia sounded skeptical.

“Oh
yeah.”

“All
right.” She kept muttering as she headed into the kitchen.

Kraig
looked at me strangely. I slipped my hand under his shirt to stroke the smooth
muscles of his back. “It’s your favorite. Think about it. Crispy toast. Warm
butter. Syrup.” Kraig’s eyes flared
and then went to half-mast. Oh yeah, he knew exactly what I was thinking.

“Wonder
if that spot we found by the lake is still a secret?” he said.

“Of
course it isn’t,” Lydia called out. “You think you guys were the first to roam
the streak’s property?”